God, guide me through all my days.
I’ve tasted, I’ve seen, I’ve felt, I’ve witnessed- your love.
Through hazy mental jungles, case of flesh always itching, help me look up where my treasure is stored.
All I want is to see as you see.
Be everything I should be in thee.
Jesus, my Lord, My God, My Savior.
Conversation and heavy communication without interruption defeated mirror eyesight clearer proper view of function.
I don’t want to hear the world’s lies anymore.
Injected self-destructive programming going out of date, no updates.
Wiping my windshield, couldn’t see past myself, sludge on glass couldn’t see past, internal flash, I gasped.
It was you or the dead end
Days of wilderness or promise.